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It's T -minus one week until the 25th anniversary of the iconic glamazon cover

story for Dress Up magazine, written by yours truly.

The lovely legends plan to recreate their famous cover photo after decades

separation and bad blood.

Madison Fortune and her husband, Thomas T .J. James, are spearheading the

reunion. They say it'll be all about healing, about inclusivity, about

the world how far models have come from the wicked 90s. The question, will Tiff

Giles, disfigured in a violent street attack and long out of public view, join

her fellow models in front of the camera?

Fashionistas agree it wouldn't be the same without her.

Blast from the past.

You gotta be kidding me.

You don't return calls.

I had to drive all the way to Chester, Pennsylvania just to beg in person.

All right.

So go ahead, beg.

Give me one good reason why I should come.

You look incredible, for starters.

The world should see what a real Shira looked like.

Shira? I'm in my new agency. Oh, that's right.

The meanest of the mean girls preaching inclusivity and sisterhood. That's

hilarious. I mean it, Tiff.

You embody everything I want the agency to be.

It's important you're there.

Yeah, well, it's important to you.

My presence there shows everyone that all is forgiven while you try to launch

your new brand.

Isn't it time?

Is it?

What else you got?

Some regrets.

Had to take half a penny like old times just to walk in here.

Oh, well, that is interesting.

Do you have something you need to say to me?

We never really talked about what happened.

I should have come to see you at the hospital like the other girls, not flown

off to do some photo shoot.

It was deeply uncool.

We were never friends. We were rivals.

You didn't owe me anything.

Still, I need you to know how horrible TJ and I felt that morning.

Wait.

Which morning?

Hmm? Well, they didn't ID me until later that afternoon, and the story didn't

break until that night.

It was the morning after the attack.

And you two were in the Hamptons when all this happened, right?

I guess you were still there.

Oh, no, wait.

The morning after, you must have been on that flight to Hawaii already. It was

so long ago, the details get fuzzy.

But it's always haunted me.

Just wanted you to know that, I guess.

Sorry to rip up old wounds.

Well, wait.

Say, have a drink.

I mean, you came all the way here.

Can't mix it with the Benny, especially if I'm driving.

Rain check, though?

Maybe in New York.

It would really mean a lot if you came, Tiff.

Will you at least think about it?

Think about it.

Don't wobble, right?

Oh, hey, wait, you left your bag.

Just stand by.

I have her here in case Tiff doesn't show. I thought maybe having a new face

blended in with the legends could be stunning.

Always a step ahead.

That's why you keep me around.

Welcome home, Tiff.

We shoot as we are.

Amen. So it will be.

Well, Amazon, meet the Shiros.

Nibri escaped the war in South Sudan.

Veta's a refugee from Kiev.

And what's with this one?

Harper? It's from New Jersey.

She struggles with ADHD.

Beautiful faces from ugly places.

Is that your slogan?

I believe strongly you should keep workshopping. Hey, how's that beauty

-office -supply business working out for you? The market wasn't ready.

You used to live here, too?

Yeah, a very long time ago.

But I feel like that makes a sister somehow.

We're going to a vodka launch party tonight. You should come. It's called

Cycle. Sir David Attenborough's first endorsed spirit.

Sveta, you want to tell us about it? Free Cycle is the world's first...

Carbon -negative vodka, sustainably produced from unwanted baked goods,

discarded banana peels, and ugly vegetables that would otherwise be put

landfill. And it's smooth and delicious.

Isn't she good? So it's made of garbage.

Hey, it's 80 proof, free all night, and the party's on a yacht.

With all the right VIPs.

Still the same old DJ.

I mean, I knew that the second your wife dropped off a bag of cash for me. Oh,

hey. Whatever it takes.

They should put that on your tombstone. But not anytime soon.

Drinks? I'll be back.

Oh, it's amazing to be back.

It is amazing, isn't it?

How did it all come about? I mean...

Who called him? Who let this creep in here?

Why does it matter, Julian? This is the first time in 25 years that all four

Glamazons have been together in the same room. My readers will want all the

juicy details. All ten of them.

Come on, make the first move.

You all hate each other, right?

Come on.

Let's go. Excuse me. Let's go.

Why? Go.

Get off.

Get off of me.

You scared me.

Sorry. I took the secret entrance for old time's sake.

Didn't sneak any boys in with you this time?

No, I left them all at the party with your United Nations of Models.

Where's TJ? It's so quiet in here.

He's in his man cave.

Usually comes up after I'm asleep.

Yeah, romance is red hot.

I see the old bar's still here.

Let's have some wine spritzers in Miss Helen's honor.

You owe me a rain check.

I remember.

And it's been a rare no -Benny day, so let's chin -chin.

I can't believe you're in Miss Helen's old living quarters.

Looks exactly the same.

Yeah. That was the idea when we took it over.

Refurbish a little, rebrand, but... Mostly leave it alone.

I'm coming down.

No, no, no, no, no.

I'll bring it up to you, madame.

Oh.

Miss Helen used to stand up here and watch over us.

Make sure we were behaving.

She was pretty easy to fool.

Yeah. She fought the best of people.

Until she couldn't.

You know you messed up, right?

Back at my bar?

What are you talking about?

I mean, your alibi was always shaky, but now you can't even keep it straight.

You and TJ were behind my attack.

Did you put something in my drink?

Just admit it and everything will be fine.

It was TJ.

Okay, TJ did it, not me.

I was so mad at him. No more games.

It was a joint alibi. You were both in on it. And now you're both going to pay.

She must have overdone the bennies and fallen.

Did your wife overdo it regularly, Mr. James? No, it just helped her sleep.

God, I'm so pissed I wasn't there.

Where were you? Down in my man cave with my headphones, chilling with some

edibles. I didn't hear a thing. Then I came up. There she was.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Is this another very attractive basketball team?

No. Those are models.

This is a model house.

They live here?

That's very glamorous.

Was anyone else home at the time?

I don't think so. They were all out at a party.

I don't even know what time she fell.

You two have a fight? Is that why you were in separate places?

No. What are you trying to say?

Everything was great.

It's a weak alibi, and that fall could be consistent with domestic abuse.

But he does seem truly upset, though.

Maybe he didn't intend to have it go that far.

Oh, who's that?

Tiff Giles. Used to be a supermodel. Been to hell and back.

Hi.

I'm El... Oh, sorry.

I'm Elspeth Tafioni. I'm sort of with the police. Another attack.

I hope you people do better this time.

And I'll tell you something.

This whole world... It isn't pretty.

Apparently not.

I've been reading up on the glamathons. Boy, that was a wild time.

Where were you back then?

Oh, I was in law school.

I had the high -waisted pants, which are back.

And the Bixie haircut.

The cross between a Bob and a Pixie, a la Meg Ryan.

Oh, gosh, I love Meg Ryan.

And I wept when my pet Tamagotchi died.

Boy, I really did that decade.

Glamazons were bigger than Beanie Babies.

Yeah, and it seems like Tiff Giles was the it girl, at least until that attack.

That was, oh, that was brutal.

Seemed like a random robbery gone wrong. No one was ever arrested.

I'm gonna have to ask Nadine about that.

Not sure it had anything to do with Madison Fortune's death, though. Well,

were four Glamazons, and now two of them, Tiff and Madison, have been

violent crimes.

I mean, is that just bad luck?

Maybe the connection was Thomas James. He was around for both. You know the

Captain?

Back in the day, we used to patrol the clubs.

Limelight, Area, Palladium.

T .J. was always with a string of young models.

I don't know what his game was, but he seemed sleazy as hell.

That makes him icky, but not necessarily a murderer.

Security footage showed only residents going in and out that night, so the

suspect pool is limited. And by T .J.'s own admission, he never left the

building. Well, he has permission to make funeral arrangements today.

I'm having an officer tail him, see where he goes, what he does.

The models arrived.

Somehow seeing them here is even worse for my self -esteem.

Just remember, they may be stunning, but we can solve crimes.

She saved me from war and got me Invisalign.

Miss Maddie was my hero.

I feel bad.

We were partying so hard while Miss Madison was falling down.

But we were drinking the garbage vodka, so I hope we made her proud.

Who will look after us now?

but the brand launch was kind of bomb.

There was a vodka bottle ice luge, and I danced with some of the Knicks, and

that actor who kissed his brother on White Lotus.

We got to the party at about 10, and we came home when the sun rose.

Mr. T .J. was standing over her body.

How had T .J. seemed lately?

Anything out of the ordinary?

I was surprised he wasn't on the yacht with us. He's usually there introducing

us around.

He's actually been staying home a lot.

Hiding out in his man cave.

I wonder what he's doing.

Seems sus as hell.

DJ was keeping secrets.

I think she was concerned.

Oh, yes. I was on the yacht as well. I danced all night and made out with the

DJ, just like old times.

Nadine, you're incredible.

I had to keep up with the sheroes. Even politically aware models seem to party

pretty hard.

No. Call them what you will. Models are still models, and vodka is still vodka.

So you lived in a model house.

That is so intriguing.

Can you tell me how that works?

Well, models live rent -free in exchange for going to parties and entertaining

VIPs, mostly men.

Before Insta, it was the only way to be seen.

Girls still do it, though.

And what's TJ's role?

TJ's a promoter. He gets paid by the party planners to bring the girls and

the introductions.

Sounds like the models are put in some pretty tricky situations.

Did you ever... object to anything?

I was a 17 -year -old girl from Moldova. Who was I to ask questions?

Moldova?

Wow. I never could place the accent.

But I thought you said you were walking runways in Milan in Paris by age 14.

Who could remember?

But I was a kid, and I got swept up in it. We all did. So TJ met Madison

in the model house? Oh, yeah.

Separately, they were crazy.

Together they were crazy for each other. It was all flames and fire.

Ah, maybe it burned too hot.

Do you think T .J. could have killed her?

No.

Even at the reunion, they were partners in crime. And I believe strongly that

Clyde would never kill Bonnie.

Yeah, I know.

No, I have to fill the club for the two -drink minimum, so Mr. Titters will have

me back.

It's my first featured set. You have to come.

I've got to go.

Something fun to put?

Hey, I have something I need to tell you.

Now, Madison came to see me at my bar in Pennsylvania last week.

Said she wanted to leave her husband and start fresh.

I figured you should know that.

Did she say why?

I mean, TJ always had a temper, tried to control her, and now she was convinced

that he was drugging her, too.

Said she was tired all the time.

What else did Madison say?

She said she was scared and that she felt like a fraud.

I mean, how could she pretend that she's this evolved, independent woman when

she's hiding her own abuse?

Said she wanted me to come to New York to support her when she left him.

Had you been aware that things were this bad?

No, we hadn't seen each other in years.

Why would she confide in you, then?

Doesn't that seem odd? I mean, we were roommates back in the day. We had a

And Madison was finally realizing that I was right about T .J. after all this

time. I mean, that's why we had fallen out, because I didn't like him or trust

him. You think T .J. could have killed her?

Well, he would get nothing if she divorced him. But if something happened

Madison, he would get everything, including his stake in the agency.

Not hard to connect those dots.

You're welcome.

The forensic report came in, Captain, and it's a doozy.

Sorry. I never actually eat when I'm with Nadine.

Go ahead.

Along with the fall, Madison Fortune died from a lethal mix of benzodiazepine

and alcohol.

All the bottles and surface areas in the bar were wiped clean, which is

suspicious in itself, but a glass was discovered in the trash with traces of

bennies and the white wine, and Thomas James' fingerprints smudged on the

surface. That's basically the murder weapon. It's neat and clean, Captain.

Motive means end opportunity.

Well, I, for one, won't shed a tear when we lock this dude up.

Yeah, but if you were planning on murdering your wife, wouldn't you come

a better alibi than hanging out in your man cave?

And are we just taking Tiff's word for the motive?

You didn't believe her? Well, anything could have happened in that bar in

Pennsylvania. The models backed Tiff's story, though. They said there seemed to

be trouble in the marriage.

Not Nadine Clay.

She believed strongly that Clyde would never kill Bonnie.

What do you got?

Just heard from the officer tailing Thomas James.

After going to the funeral home, he went straight to his insurance agent.

Checked on the size of Madison's death benefit.

In other words, what's in it for him?

His attorney should be here any minute.

Hey, guys.

Officer Hackett's doing your stand -up tonight.

It's her first featured set.

That's great.

Yeah, but she hasn't invited us, even though she needs to fill the house to

another show.

Well, some people don't like to mix worlds.

I get that. She might feel like her parents are in the house, you know, and

self -conscious.

Oh, nonsense.

We're going to support Officer Hackett. She's a friend and colleague.

And besides, isn't anyone else curious?

Crazy. I'd never heard Madison. She was my whole world. Then can you tell us why

you stayed home the night of the murder instead of going to the party with your

models?

That's telling the truth.

I've been preparing for an audit from the IRS, trying to get my paper trail in

order. I've been paid under the table in cash since the 90s.

I'm in big trouble. Did Madison know?

I don't want her thinking less of me. That's why he's been hiding out in his

cave, trying to fix it. And why he killed his wife for the death benefit.

needed to pay the government to stay out of jail. I would never.

It was only after Madison was gone that I even thought about her money, I swear.

Try selling that to a jury.

So what, the truth doesn't even matter? We're submitting T .J.'s computer for

forensic examination.

You'll see he was online all night.

This is the glass that served Madison Fortune her fatal drink.

Your prints are all over it. How do you explain that?

It's from the cocktail party.

The caterers brought that.

It isn't even ours.

Someone must be framing me. Oh, come on. Who hated you so much to kill your wife

and set you up to take the fall?

Tiff Giles.

She hates us that much.

Why? She has this crazy idea that we were behind her attack.

Were you?

Look, the statute of limitations has been over longer than... Zima, if you

Tiff killed Madison, then it only helps your point. So what do you have to lose?

It's good.

Okay, yeah.

It was us.

But it wasn't supposed to be that bad.

It was a major screw -up. What was your motive?

There's an article in the dress -up that creeped... made tiffany the star which

got her the swimsuit issue which everyone thought was supposed to go to

you know as we went out to a bar and the tanya harding thing was on the tv

and we kind of got inspired and then madison kept egging me on and i left and

i was waiting for tiff to come home from the club and i put on a mask I was only

supposed to injure her enough so that she wouldn't be able to do the shoot and

Maddie could take her place. But then Tiff fell on her Discman and her jewel

popped out and wound up cutting her face.

And she got knocked out. It was really scary.

Well, did you do anything to help her?

Did you call an ambulance?

Um... You just left her there?

I guess she finally got her revenge.

It's because she has a reason it doesn't make it right, right?

Like, legally, right?

G .J.'s prints were on the glass, and he took the money.

Seems like a hell of a marry to me.

Well, I'm so curious to see how Tiff reacts to his confession.

I went through all the social media for the vodka launch party.

There are no posts featuring Tiffany Giles after 9 .47 p .m.

So she could have left early. Yeah, and the expensive hotel that she picked has

a private entrance for guests who need discretion.

So Jeff could have been anywhere the night of the murder.

There's also something strange about the bennies.

Madison's prescription had just been filled, only two pills missing. But

was the equivalent of at least fix mixed into the spritzer.

Exactly.

Did the killer bring their own supply that night?

Okay, girls, that was the lean -in twist. Now let's try the contra -poster.

Let's focus, please.

Models need to be on the second the spotlight hits them.

As Maddie and I used to say to each other backstage, don't wobble.

Pretty handy advice, though, if you're ever in the spotlight.

Oh, yeah, and Nadine is an excellent coach. I never would have been able to

clomp like a donkey without her.

Excuse me.

Can we steal Tiff for a moment?

Oh, do you have news?

TJ has confessed

to your attack.

What?

After all these years?

He admitted he and Madison were behind it.

Oh, no.

I always suspected TJ, but I refused to believe that Maddie was involved.

I mean, she was my friend.

His words, not ours.

Why confess after all these years? I mean, the statute of limitations has run

out. Like, what advantage does he think it gives him? T .J. was trying to prove

that someone had a big enough grudge to kill Madison and frame him for the

murder.

Wait, me?

He's throwing suspicion on me? Can you prove you went back to your hotel after

the yacht party?

We know you didn't stay long.

I left the model house after the reunion shoot and never went back that night,

period. I mean, how can you guys believe a word that guy says? He's just trying

to save himself.

Benny's? It's Advil.

I still get headaches from the attack.

I've never taken those.

But you knew Madison did.

Right? I mean, you two shared a room.

Yeah, 25 years ago, when she also drank 14 Diet Cokes a day and lived off candy

bars. Look, it is TJ, her killer, who knows her habits now.

I thought you had become Madison's confidant.

Oh.

You're one of those women, aren't you?

What women?

The kind that have hated on me my whole life.

Just jealous, trying to tear me down.

That's not true.

I always try to lift people up.

Yet, you're believing a man over me right now. A man who's obviously guilty.

man with a history of exploiting women.

And that is all I need to know about you, Miss Tassione.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've had enough for today.

I think you might have hit a nerve.

I'm sorry that my beauty is the more societally accepted standard. I cannot

control his condition to see Nabria.

Not to slouch me, my sister, but you did let your towel drop. All right, my

darlings, now, shh, shh. I cannot, I cannot.

Nadine. What's the rumpus?

Oh, Nabria snuck a guy from the yacht into the loft, but didn't realize Sveta

liked him as well, and now it's a whole respectful talk -a -thon.

I miss the days when we used to scream and pull each other's hair and smash

things until the cops were called.

Wait, you're saying there's a secret way in and out of this building? Oh, yes.

We used to call it the Leo Latch, in honor of you know whose secret late

foray is. No.

Did you sneak guys in and out when you lived here, too?

Yes. And carbs.

Can you show us? Yes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Gloves and booties, everyone.

You know who really did this? Oh, yes.

Men would do anything for models. It is so sweet and sad.

Huh. T .J. was right.

It's not a match.

Did Tiff and Madison ever fight over a guy?

Only many times. Mostly Julian Simons. He wrote the original article.

He always caused so many problems.

I mean, he still does.

What do you mean?

OTG kicked him out of the cocktail reception for being too nosy with Tiff

Madison. What was he asking about?

Mostly their newfound sisterhood.

Julian wasn't buying it?

I guess not. And he's the authority on all things Glamazon. He invented the

term, so he must know something.

Oh, God, he's obsessed.

And it was so fascinating.

Just kidding. We are.

Nadine Clay was talking about me? She said you were the top Glamazon expert.

were all the bodies were buried.

Am I a suspect?

What makes you think that?

Because T .J. and Madison...

Ruined my life, too. Really?

How so?

They started a rumor that Tiff slept with me to make her the star of my

My editor, Jessup, believed it.

I got fired.

Well, had she slept with you? No.

I'm gay.

Surprise.

But Tiff did shower me with attention.

And I guess I fell under her spell.

Especially since the other glamazons treated me like a shrubby wannabe.

This world is not pretty.

Your article made them mad.

But that's not why they ruined me.

I kept asking questions about Tiff's attack, even after the police dropped

case. TJ and Madison wanted me silenced.

I've been blackballed ever since.

So you always suspected them. Sure.

I could see how nasty it was getting in the model house.

And TJ was a crazy boy.

He'd do anything for his girl. What was the source of the friction?

Tiff stole aspects of Madison's look and attitude, kind of single -white -female

-ed her.

So Madison started playing dirty, too.

My article didn't help.

It seems like you did a lot for Tiff's career. Did you keep in touch?

Not after the story came out.

She used me.

Do you think she's capable of murder?

Has she found proof?

If T .J. and Madison were behind the attack, I think she'd be capable of

anything. We know you were with them at the cocktail reception.

How did Madison and Tiff seem? Tiff said they made up.

They toasted, but things were still pretty tense.

That's why I started asking questions, and T .J. had me thrown out. So you saw

them drinking together.

Do you remember if T .J. put his glass down before he showed you out?

I didn't notice, but he definitely needed both hands to deal with me.

I go to the gym.

Tip could have pilfered, we don't use that word enough, the glass with T .J.'s

fingerprints while T .J. was throwing Julian Simon out of the reception.

And we now know Tiff could have snuck into the model house using the Leo

What's that?

Oh, it's a secret entrance named after... Never mind, I don't care.

So you're saying that Tiffany Giles could have gotten into and out of the

site without being seen.

Yes. And T .J. was on his computer working on his taxes most of the night.

Tiff is a bartender, so she would know how to mix the, um, drink.

A wine spritzer.

That's literally two ingredients.

Now look.

This is all circumstantial. We don't have any evidence to connect Tiff to the

actual crime.

And T .J. had his preliminary hearing today. The judge sent it to the grand

jury. They're expected to indict.

Like a ham sandwich.

Oh, now I'm hungry again.

So there's nothing else we can do?

Bring Tiffany back in. See if she rattles.

But if this was a framed job, it was pretty tight.

Hi, Tiff.

So... It seems like the rivalry between you and Madison was pretty fierce.

Julian Simons told us Madison put ground glass in your shoe so your foot bled

when you walked the runway. Because you let Madison oversleep so you could steal

a job from her.

I mean, really, it sounds like you were both at war.

Okay. Julian is a writer. He loved to embellish.

But there was video of your bloody foot on the runway. That was pretty real. You

were pretty determined.

Nobody was going to stop me in those days. Until somebody did.

Oh, that... That attack.

Oh, gosh.

That attack. It must have made you feel... Bitter.

Cursed. Crazy.

Robbed of my future. Ashamed of my face.

Drugged out. Depressed.

Unlovable. Yeah, the same way anybody would feel. What is the point to this?

you want revenge?

Because it would really be understandable if you did.

Yeah, that's what I wanted for a long time.

But it got me nowhere.

I mean, I didn't even know who to blame.

And you never wanted to try modeling again? Because that eye patch, it could

have been your new trademark.

My spirit was broken.

And I felt like Madison had taken my place.

Then why'd you come back to New York?

To heal.

To get closure.

To support my sister Madison, to help these models who were just starting out.

And then Maddie got murdered.

And now you're trying to traumatize me again.

It's ghoulish.

I'm not going to sit here and take it.

Hey, hey, we both know Madison wasn't your sister.

She was your rival.

You came in through the Leo latch with a plan, and you carried it out.

You already have your killer.

I don't think we do.

TJ admitted to attacking me. You know he's violent. There's a mountain of

evidence. What more do you need?

Well, there are some things that just... Do you have anything to hold me on now?

Or not?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

You cop.

You're useless.

Always were.

I'm gonna get him now.

Give it up again for my buddy Jim!

Okay,

let's keep it going for our next featured comic. I have seen her, she is

And hey, no heckling.

It will end up on the internet, you will look like a jerk, and you won't get

laid. So don't do it, okay?

Alright, let's please welcome Grace Hackett!

All right, I'm Grace.

What can I tell you?

I am single.

I am from Queens.

I am a meth fan.

Yes, oh, my fellow masochists, hello.

I am also a New York City police officer.

Ooh, feel that awkward energy shift in the room?

Feels like every date I've ever had.

But then I remind them.

I have handcuffs.

Yeah, see, my problem is I am attracted to bad boys.

I'm always putting perps up against a wall and frisking them.

You have the right to remain silent. You also have the right to call me if

you're interested.

Oh, my. You can never find a cop when you need one. And then your whole...

Precinct turns up at your show.

Don't mind us. Yeah, do your thing. That's my captain. He likes to order big

sushi lunches to the office.

Yeah, your tax dollars are hard at work, ladies and gentlemen. Hey, I pay for

those. Tell it to Internal Affairs.

And there's Detective Buzz.

You've heard of stop and frisk. Buzz invented turn and avoid.

What else can I tell you that'll put my real career in jeopardy?

So, that's what she thinks of us.

What's wrong with sushi for lunch? I thought it sounded affectionate, but why

jokes about me?

Not even one.

Ivy?

Captain! Look, it's Ivy from Joe's Bar.

Hi, Miss Tassioni.

Figured no one else dresses like that.

Wow, look at you. Yeah, I'm the head bartender here.

Joe may have been a killer, but...

I learned a lot watching him.

Hey, what did you just do there?

Oh, that?

The flipping of the foil?

Pro habit.

Do most bartenders do that? Yeah, the ones I know.

I always forget to throw them out.

We've all discussed it.

You're the one who understands.

We trust you and hope you will hear our plea, Miss Tiffany.

What's all this?

Oh,

well, if you must know, TJ's out of the picture now.

But the She -Ra's modeling agency is going to continue.

We need someone to look after us.

We've got people to stay.

Oh, so you're going to take Madison's place at the agency the way she took

place on the cover of Sports Illustrated?

It's kind of been their thing.

Take a look, ladies.

We are not going to treat each other like this anymore. I will make sure of

Does this mean you say yes?

Sorry. Tiffany won't be available for, say, 25 years to life.

The perp walk will be your last runway.

Don't wobble.

You're not as funny as you think you are.

Arrest me or leave me alone.

Tiffany Giles, you are under arrest for the murder of Madison Fortune.

What are you doing? Oh, we have your fingerprints now. Oh, really?

Then you planted them.

My prints aren't on anything.

You wiped down the bottles, the door handles, the railings overlooking the

And it was T .J.'s prints on the glass that you pilfered. Ha! Used it again.

When T .J. kicked poor Julian out of that reception, the same glass that you

planted at the...

crime scene to frame TJ for the murder. You only made one mistake.

You left your prints on the murder weapon, which is to say the wine bottle

to make the drug spritzer. No, I didn't. When you cut the foil off the wine

bottle, you flipped it into your apron pocket, but you forgot to throw it away.

You left a thumbprint on the aluminum, and it was a perfect match.

Oh, if it makes you feel any better, a lot of bartenders make the same mistake,

but of course most of them are not trying to cover up the murder.

You did it.

I only have one question, though. Why now, after all these years?

Madison slept up when she came to see me at the bar.

She blew her and TJ's alibi for the night of my attack.

You couldn't let him get away with that?

Tiffany Ann Giles, you have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

What will happen to it now?

Give Nadine Clay a call. I believe strongly that she's wonderful.

And she might be ready for her next move.

Heck of a week.

Not only did we solve our case, but Officer Hackett killed at her showcase.

Oh, I don't know about that, but Mr.

Titters is going to have me back.

You know,

you guys didn't say much after the set.

I hope I didn't offend anyone.

What? No, you were hilarious.

And you didn't actually invite us, so...

We deserve whatever we got. Well, it's really just a persona. Of course. And

there were no jokes about me anyway, so I'm lucky, I guess, to not be included.

But why wasn't I included? I can take a joke.

Oh, Elizabeth, a consent decree lawyer is just way too hard to explain to an

audience.

Oh.

Nice. Well, when you're on way late, we can say we knew you went.

Oh, that's not actually...

Captain, I enjoy my comedy, but this is my work. Unless lightning strikes, which

I don't expect.

This is my career.

I'm learning so much from all of you. I hope I didn't mess this up.

Officer Hackett, I'm the one that insisted we go to your show.

This work is intense.

We see most people on their worst days.

It's important to have an outlet.

I wanted to support that.

Thank you, sir.

Do you have an outlet, Captain? I mean, besides poker.

Well, I messed around with some things during the lockdown, but nothing I'd

burden an audience with. I'm not as brave as Officer Hackett. What about

Buzz?

I'm a lifelong Mets fan, too.

Used to sit up in the nosebleeds and pray for Dave Kingman to hit a home run.

It's always been my thing. You are kidding.

Oh, twinsies again.

That's so cute.

Bye.